i familiarize myself with the birdsand the frogs living in doused areasthese zoos for plantswith tissue labs, research nookspreservastionist tendencies.

when i am standing outside of the glass conservatoryi see the strain, the moisture, the terrarium of plantsrebelling against the windowsbrown and green streakstheir breathing.

before i bring you herei must be certain you would not feelas those frondsbut more like the magnolias and saw tooth oaksoutside, on the fringe---i would rather yoube as wisteria, kudzu, corn, sunflower, ivygreening, purpling, yellowing, ever a vineever twining, upturned toward lighttree limb, wall fenceposta challenge to take over

always reaching more on your ownthan with me

(the stories brought backare richer this way)

here, i think of yousee your face in pitcher plantwandering jeworchidirresistible to me as reds, improbable amyethistsstreaks of velvet darkness on plastic-thick tulip stalks.you are elemental, mineral, waterbalance and chemistry to my soil

you have planted shoots in megardens of petals and smellsprickles and stemsi can only call loveso much life in the observation of itmy only answer is to offer my own.